The knife is sharp
My blood is running cold
My hands shake as I bring the blade closer
I mark the spot with my eyes
I touch the cold razor to my pale skin
I leave it there while I think
So many things are going through my head right now
I'm having second thoughts
But the emotional pain is unbearable
It will heal I say to myself
it's not like I'm the first one
I've made up my mind
I'm going to do it
I slowly bring the sharp blade across my wrist
The blood begins to drip and I forget about my worries
But I know this is only a quick fix
And this is going to be a reoccurring thing
But I'll do anything
As long as it helps.
